Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 91
In the next few days, Liu Qiao flew over the Yangtze River, Dongting and other lakes and waters, stopping and seeing the southern scenery.

The further you go to the south, the less populated people are, full of obstructions, poisonous insects, etc., and there are mountains in a row, like a virgin forest.

After walking for more than [-] miles in this way, it suddenly dawned on him that there were signs of fireworks among the mountains, and Liu Qiao knew that he had arrived in southern Xinjiang.

Worried about not knowing the direction and the road, he saw a figure running in panic among the mountains, and a yellow figure in the bushes behind him was chasing him.

It was far away, and there were high mountains and dense forests, so I couldn't see clearly, so Liu Qiao simply pressed the escape light, and observed from a height of more than ten feet away from the figure.

It was only then that he was wrapped in a deerskin skirt, holding a machete, and a man with broken hair and tattoos, running in the bushes three feet deep, jumping like flying.

Behind him is a white-fronted tiger, with a big head and a length of Zhang Zhang, which is chasing after him without any haste.

After a few vertical jumps, he was about to catch up. The savage screamed in fright, and was about to die in the tiger's mouth.

Suddenly there was a sound: "Duh!"

"Wow...Woo..." The tiger, about ten feet long, wailed instantly, lying on the ground as if it was carrying a heavy weight, its four claws flailing wildly, unable to move.

It was Liu Qiao who made a move at a critical moment, and secretly sent the gods to hide ten members of body and spirit in the void to capture the tiger.

Although the tiger has great strength, how can it defeat the gods, all ten gods attack together, so they can only lie on the ground and whine like a kitten.

Liu Qiao walked out of the forest, looked at the moaning colorful tiger, waved his hands and said: "Go...go, there are so many wild animals in the mountains, why bother to drive people to eat them..."

Immediately the tiger felt its body loosen, as if the confinement disappeared, it jumped up in fright, but it didn't dare to hunt any more, but turned around and slipped into the bushes to disappear.

That savage looks like a mortal with naked eyes, and has never seen Huang Ting's body and spirit.

Seeing Liu Qiao walk out, the tiger wailed and dodged it, thinking it was a god appearing, knelt down and knelt down, prostrating and calling out to the god with fanaticism on his face.

"Not a savage?" Seeing that he knelt and kowtowed, Liu Qiao was puzzled.

Seeing this man with broken hair and tattoos, wearing an animal skin skirt, and holding a bone knife in his hand, he thought he was a wild man.

He quickly went up to help him up, and asked, "Can you understand me?"

"Yes... yes, God!" said the man.

The voice was clear and crisp, Liu Qiao took a closer look, and saw the delicate and tender cheeks under the hair covering his face.

"female?"

"...Yes!" The man raised his head and said intermittently, as if he seldom spoke like this.

"Do you have a name?"

"...There is...name...A-Qing..." said the girl who called herself A-Qing.

Liu Qiao was about to ask again, when there was a sound in the forest, and he turned his head to look.

A few men who were dressed in rags, or wrapped in wolf fur, or covered with coarse cloth, and with tattooed faces came out.
As soon as they saw A-Qing, they danced excitedly, ran up quickly, grabbed A-Qing's hand, and babbled.

A-Qing was also normal, she wept with joy and communicated with those people, but they all used the Sanmiao language, and she didn't know what they were talking about.

It turned out that it wasn't that A-Qing couldn't speak, but that he couldn't speak the Central Plains dialect proficiently. He was very fluent in speaking the dialect with these people.

Seeing Liu Qiao's confused face, A-Qing explained: "They... are my... family..."

It turned out that A-Qing and these people all came out to hunt wild boars. It was the first time A-Qing participated in the hunt and got separated from his companions.

Then he happily introduced Liu Qiao to those people with broken hair and tattooed faces, talking and making gestures.

Immediately, those people all looked at Liu Qiao with fanaticism, waved the bone implements in their hands, and shouted: "Witch! Witch! Witch!"

Liu Qiao nodded with a smile, probably the so-called shaman is similar to the gods in the Central Plains, these people thought they were gods when they heard about their Taoism.

However, it's pretty much the same.

"Please... Wu... come..." A-Qing said, intending to ask Liu Qiao to go with them.

Liu Qiao asked, "Is there anyone there who can talk to me?"

A-Qing frowned and thought for a while before she understood the meaning of the words, nodded her head heavily and said, "There are... there are witches!"

There are Qi refiners? Liu Qiao was taken aback when he heard that.

After pondering for a moment, he agreed to follow them back to have a look.

If there is a Qi refiner, he must be knowledgeable, at least able to communicate proficiently, and can also inquire about the situation in southern Xinjiang.

Following this group of people, turning left and right in the forest, they walked for about seven or eight miles, and after crossing two ravines, they saw some signs of human habitation.

After another two or three miles of climbing, I saw a village on the mountainside, all in the style of stilted buildings, about several miles in length and width, and people came and went in front of the gate of the village.

These people are all dressed up as barbarians, most of them are covered with head skins and covered with linen cloth, they may polish bone tools, stones, or knit linen in the village, but they are very leisurely.

Seeing A-Qing's return, these village people gathered around to inquire. A-Qing babbled a few words casually, and sent someone to find the village chief.

After a while, a burly man wearing a tooth ring walked out of the crowd, and lovingly touched A-Qing's head.

After listening to A-Qing's story, he looked at Liu Qiao for a while, and said a few words full of respect.

A-Qing explained: "This is... the patriarch..."

Immediately, everyone led Liu Qiao into the village, sat down in a slightly spacious room, offered some preserved meat, wild fruits, etc., and the rest of the people retreated outside.

After waiting for a cup of tea, Liu Qiao felt something. Looking up, A-Qing led a skinny old man in floral cloth, colorful clothes, and a black scarf.

The old man was staggering, but there was a bit of air in his eyes, Liu Qiaofa knew that this old man was a Taoist, but he probably hadn't cultivated mana, similar to Jiang Shang.

Thinking about this old man in colorful clothes, he was the elder Wu that A-Qing said.

Liu Qiao stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Liu Qiao, a qi refiner in Yanxia Cave, Jinshi Mountain, Poor Dao, has met fellow Taoists..."

The old man in colorful clothes sized Liu Qiao's eyes, and quickly saluted him respectfully, "I dare not call you fellow Taoist, Wuxi pays homage to the immortal."

It's not easy to finally have someone who can talk fluently.

After the two sat down, Wu Xi said gratefully: "Thank you, Immortal, for saving the stubborn..."

It turned out that A-Qing was this wizard's apprentice, so no wonder he could speak some Central Plains dialect.

Liu Qiao waved his hand and said, "It's not worth mentioning if you do it smoothly."

He asked again: "Pindao heard that there are Xi, Man, Miao, etc. in southern Xinjiang. I don't know if you are..."

"Oh...we are Miao people, and the area around here is thousands of miles away. Village 42 is all Miao people." Wu Xi replied.

"Fort 42?"

Wu Xi laughed and said, "That's right. There are [-] people in all tribes and [-] strong men. That's a village with a total of [-] Miao people."

Liu Qiao suddenly said: "So that's the case. Has that fellow Taoist heard of Baiman Mountain and Wudu Cave?"

Wu Xi was taken aback, and asked without answering, "Where did the immortal hear about it?"

Seeing that Liu Qiao was silent, after a long silence, Wu Xi said, "The way we practice is very different from that of the Central Plains. We can use the power of gods to seek good fortune and avoid evil, so we are called witches."

After Wu Xi's explanation, Liu Qiao realized that Wu is a messenger who can communicate with God.

But this god refers to nature, the sky above, the earth below, and the man in the middle is the witch.

In fact, it is quite similar to cultivating immortals. Qi refiners seek the Tao, and the Tao is also natural.

Speaking of this, Wu Xi replied: "Baiman Mountain, not far from here, is one of the holy places for us sorcerers."

Liu Qiao hurriedly asked, "Where is the Five Poison Cave?"

"The Five Poison Cave is the place where sorcerers learn and pass on the law. Many of the most powerful sorcerers practice in the Five Poison Cave."

After Wu Xi finished speaking, he said slowly: "In the Central Plains, it is called Wudu Cave, or Sijian Cave. I and other sorcerers all learned their spells here."

Si Jian Dongtian? Liu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, remembering that both Tao Dao Zhenjun and Chang Long had talked about the 36-hole qi refiner.

Each of the 36 holes has a school of spells, which do not belong to the ranks of great religions, but each hole is equivalent to a faction.

Among them, there is Gaizhushan Sijian Cave.

In other words, these people say they are sorcerers, but they are actually of the same line as Qi refiners, and they are also the old nest of Qi refiners in Southern Xinjiang.

If Shengyi's corpse was in Sijian's cave, it would be difficult.

You can't fight alone, just go straight to the door.

Liu Qiao was hesitating in his heart, Wu Xi asked: "Immortals have traveled thousands of miles and come from the Central Plains. I don't know what to do?"

He also added: "If there are difficulties, although I am not talented, but growing up here, there are also masters of the same way, and maybe I can make a little effort."

Wu Xi thought that Liu Qiao was here to collect elixir or hunt exotic animals, but since Liu Qiao had saved his apprentice, he was very enthusiastic.

"I have nothing else to do, but I've been in seclusion for a long time, and I want to travel around the world. I heard that Si Jian's Dafa is famous all over the world, and I want to come and see it..." Liu Qiao said vaguely.

I don't want Wu Xi to hear this, and I feel like I'm thinking about it, and said with a happy smile: "I don't want the Qi refiners in the Central Plains to hear the name of my teaching, it's just a false name, a false name..."

Liu Qiao asked with a smile, "I don't know how many masters like fellow Taoists are there in your teaching (Sijian Cave)?"

This Wuxi has no dao qi on him, and has not refined mana, but has a bit of a ghostly aura, which belongs to the category of people who have not entered the dao, but have magic spells.

It is estimated that it is some small arts, exorcising gods and ghosts, doing some sacrifices to people in the village, and seeing some minor illnesses is fine, but they are not considered immortals.

So when Wu Xi heard it, he quickly waved his hands and said: "The fairy is joking, I can be regarded as a good player, if someone like me is in the Five Poison Cave, but the servants who pour tea and water are first-class, there are not ten thousand, there are eight thousand... "

Sure enough, if you haven't cultivated Dao Qi, no matter where you are, you will be carrying water, chopping firewood and doing miscellaneous work.

Wu Xi said again: "There are not many people who really fly to the sky and escape from the earth. There are only a dozen of them, and they are all famous in the south."

When Liu Qiao heard this, it was clear that the real Qi refiners in Sijian Cave were these ten or so people.

I really want to inquire about the foundation of Si Jiandong's magic, but it seems a bit presumptuous to ask rashly.

So he had no choice but to ask a few questions on the sidelines, but Wu Xi was very cautious about the teaching of magic, and refused to reveal half of it. Every time he talked about this aspect, he changed the subject.

After chatting for a while, the two chatted happily, so Wu Xi invited Liu Qiao to stay in the village for a while and enjoy the southern border before leaving.

Liu Qiao immediately agreed, but he was thinking about how to sneak into the Wudu Cave and get the ancient corpse out.

Before leaving, Wu Xi said: "There is still more than a month to go, and the sacrificial ceremony will be held. The immortal came just in time, so you can also go with me to see it."

"Sacrificing to heaven?"

Wu Xi smiled and said, "That's right, it will be held at Baiman Mountain, and all sorcerers from 42 villages will be there."

After saying that, he ordered the younger generation in the village to take good care of Liu Qiao, and he led A-Qing away.

Liu Qiao looked at their backs going away, and thought to himself: "Look at this old man who is full of evil spirits, I don't think Si Jianshan's spells are either driving ghosts or refining corpses."

　I have something to do in the past two days, and I can’t stay up late at night to explode the update. I must nourish my energy, so... I’ll start with two chapters, and then continue with Wanzi. There is also the leader of the big brother. I haven’t added an update yet. I’m really sorry. two days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)